My city is waiting to play,
And every one of my emotions is cloaked in a fresh layer of irritability,
An irritability that softens with words from my soul,
On top of everything a nasty cold,
It saps my energy and makes me grumpy.
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My city is waiting to play,
And every one of my emotions is cloaked in a fresh layer of irritability,
An irritability that softens with words from my soul,
On top of everything a nasty cold,
It saps my energy and makes me grumpy.